There is an ocean inside of you. Deep and mysterious. I can’t swim very well, but I would gladly drown in you.
Let’s start this music post with something progressive.
The band is called Gazpacho, and the song is called “Chequered Light Buildings.”
The song is from an album called “Night” (2007, Kscope)
The second song I recommend is called “A Long Time Listening” from another Nordic band, (Gazpacho are from Norway) Agent Fresco. (Agent Fresco are from Iceland)
The song is from an album with the same name – “A Long Time Listening” (2010, Record Records)
…social media detox. Again. Deactivated Facebook, again. Deleted Wattpad, again. It is not as if anyone noticed, because I did it days ago. Facebook only deletes in 3/weeks, but as long as I don’t log in, everything is good.
I am just tired of it all. No drama. No goodbyes. Just gone.
Warm my soul. I am freezing inside.
Your presence in my life makes my days better.
We both know that you don’t care. Don’t make it look any other way.
In one week every Luxembourgish citizen has to go vote to find a new government. It’s an obligation and everyone not showing up can be persecuted by the law. (Which, as far as I know of, has never happened.)
Usually, I have a good grasp of politics in my country, but this time, I wonder if I have to vote for bad or worse. But, I will not vote blank. I will make use of my vote, because in a country as small as Luxembourg, every vote counts to make a change.
Next week, I will spend researching everything in depth. I like our Prime Minister. At the same time, I really don’t like our Ministers of Family matters and the one in charge of education…
Politics and religion are topics I usually avoid. And in one week, I wrote about both.
Just another moment in my brain.
I am visiting my sister in Germany currently. She brought her kids to bed. I brought mine to bed. And now I am sitting here, looking out of the window, enjoying the view of an ancient castle.
Will we ever become who we have never dreamed of seeing without our selves?
A very good friend send this to me this morning. And my first thought was: I want that for myself. Even when I am carrying my burdens, I want them to look like wings. Really beautiful. But I don’t have a source to quote here. The interwebs are a blessing and a curse.